Delfina was crying. I was crying. Behind us, the sun rose merrily in the eastern sky, oblivious to our anguished hearts. As I embraced her, tasting the bitter sweetness of her tears, I felt her fingertips desperately clutching mine—first to her brow, then her bosom, her left shoulder then her right. She shuddered, and a fresh torrent of sobs broke over her l...
This begins in the middle of the closing conversation of part 1. It is categorized as Loving Wives simply to keep the story together in the story lists. It contains non-cons, romance, erotic coupling, group, and lesbian sex scenes, and hints at gay sex. As well, since it concerns making a sex tape, there is also the voyeuristic/exhibitionist element. There i...
It was extremely quiet. The lights in the hall way of the hospital were dimmed a bit. Ruth Ann Newell sat and, for the thousandth time, regarded her uncle, small now and a bit shrunken on the bed. There were no tears now. The tears had been shed in abundance, once she realized that the stroke that he'd had was irreversible. She knew that the tears would come...
After my romp with Christi, I showered, and then went to the bar that the party had been at a few weeks earlier. As I walked in, I saw Britt sitting there, just as I expected, and she was obviously getting a good buzz on. I stepped into the empty space next to her and ordered a beer as she looked up at me. "What do you want?" she asked. "I think we need t...
1981 Sushma in Belgaum An experienced but unsatisfied woman fulfills and energizes me Synopsis This is a depiction of a true episode I had during my vacation. I had encountered this lady, who was but a few years older than I. While swotting during my long vacation, she was a welcome relief in my work time. I have cut short a lot of repetition, and tried t...
A/N: These two chapters have no sex, sorry. I hope ye enjoy them, all the same. Stay safe, and wash your hands! ***** Glossary Acharya: A term used to refer to anyone regarded as a teacher. Agrayodhin: The Champion of the Indian Academy. Bhaiya: A term of endearment and respect which translates to "older brother", but is also used to refer to older...
To refresh your memory I reproduce the last few lines of part 7: 'MOMMY' he shouted and embraced Razia. 'Nice to have you back' Razia said kissing the lad, 'you little rascal what are you doing here shouldn't you be in college?' 'Sure but due to unusually long dry spell there was no water in the hostel and the vacations were only a week away therefore t...
Anyone who has read one of my stories knows that I always insert factual details and events to add an element of reality to a tale. The story is more interesting to write and hopefully more interesting to read. While it may be challenging at times to distinguish the factual elements from the fictional ones, this story, like all my others is absolute fictio...
This an experience which happened 10 years ago when I was studying for Masters in Business Administration course in an Indian University. I will narrate my experiences with only afew of the women at college that I remember. It was so long ago I might miss some details but I will try to mention as much as I can. During those 18 months, I had numerous affair...
Hello, this is my entry into the Halloween contest so please rate it if you liked it. Comments are always appreciated. Thank you. * It was Halloween and I was thirteen. Life was supposed to be good that day. I mean adults would give you candy just for knocking on their door while wearing a costume. I was dressed as the Little Prince from the book of the s...